Xemnus

It's funny how things are at times. We wine and complain about all the things we want and when we get them, we honestly don't know what to do with it. A man may tell his former lover false a truth in order to just feel that he truly hasn't lost anything. A woman may tell a friend a small lie just to put a smile on their face in hope that the friend would shut up about there own problems. We are selfish creatures that just can't seem to get another. Wither it making others miserable, thinking of ourselves before others, or making someone else feel bad just so you can walk away with a clear conscious. We are all selfish. Would things be easie

Empty pages to a story That may never have an end I think of what to write amongst those few corner pages And all I can think about is the past When we use to sit upon the hill Joke and laugh about for hours And Cry and morn in our time of sorrow The ideas we shared as our book grew And how our ideas raged on till the sun rose up And now that your gone It seems like there no point No use When I look upon the old decaying cover now All I feel is anger and hate Sadden that your not here to finish it It sicken me to even hold this book To the point when I want to cast it down To the deepest oceans... But it all I have left